CHAPTER THREE

"Why did that happened?"

Right now, me and my father are sitting on a quite comfy couch, he's asking me the reason behind my distress. At first, I thought of an idea to say something like "I was cursed, Dad." or maybe "God finally realized that I'm not suited being a girl."

But of course that's plaine stupid. I don't want my face to get punched, do I?

"I don't know Dad. I just woke up like this." I frowned. But really, I sincerely don't know the reason why I became a man. And it took me a while to believe it myself.

Is this a dream? If it is, then please just let me sleep 'til eternity. Or atleast let me screw some hot bad boys out there. I prefer an athletic one. Maybe who's into football or basketball. They're fuuckin' hot for some reason.

Oh shit Blaine, this isn't the time to fantasize about guys alright?

I can't help it, okay?

Dad sigh and collapsed on the couch groaning loudly while rolling himself side to side. My Dad is quite immature sometimes.

"What did I do wrong to deserve this? Am I the worst father? Please let me know. Please God I'm begging you." he beg, loudly.

I sigh. Ugh, I take back my words. Dad is indeed immature.

"So what should I do now, Dad?" I asked and lean my back across the couch. I'm still not used to my voice. I sounded like a man.

Oh wait, I AM a man.

He stares at me with a how-the-hell-would-I-know-you-fuckin'-loosah look. For the thousandth times now, I sigh once again.

Sighing has been my custom for a while now.

Dad suddenly stood up straight making flich. With his fist on his chest, and right foot on the mini table looking proudly, he declare, "We'll find a way to resurrect you." he said that with sparkles, as if it's the best thing ever.

Wait what?

"Resurrect me? N-no! I'm fine with this Dad. It's okay, I can handle this. And for god's sake, I'm still alive and kicking." I forced a grinned again.

I cannot let Dad to return me back to a women, I won't. I finally become a man, not to mention, a handsome looking one. It would be a waste to return back to myself without fucking a single dude, right?

Ugh, what did I do to deserve this bliss? Am I the kindest?

"What do you mean, honey?" Oh yeah, Dad's still here.

Gulping, "Ah.. eh.. I mean, I wanna try something new if that makes sense... ehehehe." I defended myself, but ends up looking stupid.

But seriously. I don't want to be a girl again. Being a man is like a dream come true! But it still bugs me though, why did I turn like this? Is this really a curse?

"What?! No Blaine. Guys are disgusting okay? You should return to your usual self immediately. I'll find a way to figure that out for now." he said, but he's looking more sedate now not like the idiotic one before.

• • •

"Oh god he's so handsome~" I heard a girl beside my table squirmed. She's in a ponytail with plenty of colorful accessories attached to her hair and body.

Introducing, the walking Christmas tree.

"But why is he alone?" said the other gossip girl beside her.

This is what I mostly hate about girls.

I left my table as soon as I finished the milk tea I ordered. I don't want to be engaged with those flirty-christmas-tree-looking girls. They're obviously trying to seduce me, which is fucking impossible.

I rather bump into some hot bad boys than those two.

I'm at the mall right now. Dad ask me to buy new clothes for myself. Of course I don't want to wear my skirts and dresses anymore now that I'm man now. It just don't look right, right?

If you ask what I am wearing right now, Dad—again— let me borrow one of his decent clothes that I won't probably return back. It looks good at me I swear.

It's a button up red polo and denim jeans matched with black converse—that's mine.

My thick and dark coffee like brows, pinkish red lips, small yet pointed nose, light blond hair, long eyelashes and white skin face looks perfect in my face. I look like a prince! No wonder why girls here in the mall are tailing me. Some are even taking pictures of me secretly.

I'm a star baby!

Now I can't wait to spank some hot guys out there.

I leisurely feel my legs are giving up so I  stop to relax in a nearby bench within the mall. I checked the paperbags besides me. I bought white nike t-shirts, ripped jeans and sport shoes that will probably—no, surely look good on me.

I can't wait to try this new things out. Like when I go home I'll watch porn and jerk myself off.

This morning, Dad told me it is necessary to hide my identity first. And even if I shout the hell out, no one would probably believe me.

Next week I will be transferred to a new highschool and my name would be changed, for good. I don't have friends to be worried about anyway so I guess this is a good start of my life.

I sigh heavily and bow my head.

I verily don't want to be a girl again. Really, this sudden change of me is like a blessing in disguise. But I still can't remember why this thing happened to me.

"You alone handsome?" I immediately raised my head just to see the woman maybe in the same age as me walking up to me.  Her hair is braided brown, her lips are deep rose red, her heels are sky high and her smile is somewhat naughty. In her hand she's holding two can of Cola-Cola's.

I just nod. I don't want to get involved with this type of lady, she's obviously a type of girl who had been screwed every night by different guys. It sick.

Unfortunately, she sits beside me and hand me a can of drink. I'm not sure if I'll take it or leave it though but in the end I just accepted it.

"What are you doing here?" she adresses me as if we know each other for a long time! If she'll find out that the man she's flirting with right now is actually a woman, she'll probably freak out.

"I'm just... buying things." I nonchalantly replied. I don't want to show interest to her, and I genuinely does not.

I glance at her, she's smirking.

Why the fuck is she smirking?!

I'm the who'll freak out right now probably.

She leaned her hand on my broad shoulder and placed it there making me jolt. She then approach closer to me and positioned her mouth in my ear making me shiver.

Damnit! What's her deal? Does she wanna fucked up?

She let out a warm breathe first, "Do you wanna go somewhere—?"

Her words are suddenly cutted when someone unfamiliar made his way toward us. He's a man, a handsome tall man, obviously a delinquent type one. A lot of piercing is attached on both of his ears and one on his lip. His eyes are peircing black with also black eyeliners around it. Don't know if it's artificial or not. But to be honest, it really suit him.

The girl suddenly stops and retreat. Shaking violently and gulping, "W-why are you here?"

"Mark Scott?" she continues. So he's name is Mark?

He stomps his way toward us with his heavy black wild eyes and gritted teeth. He's angry. "Who the fuck is this?" he exclaimed pointing his index at me. Uh oh.

"Uh.. He's.. Uhm—" this time I am the one who cutted the girl's words now. "I'm Blain— I mean Blake, yes, Blake Jones. Nice to meet you." I leaned my hands for a handshake but he just shoved it away.

Rude.

"I don't care who you are, where you from or what you did. Why is Samantha with you, huh?!"

The people around us glance at his sudden outburst. I just stood there, frozen, not even saying a single word. Gosh, being a man is harder than I thought. I looked like a third party here. Wait, I'm literally IS the third party here.

"Mark. That's enough, let's go." the girl named Samantha demand. But it's quite obvious that this Mark isn't paying attention to her.

Samantha, the one who approached me earlier and who supposedly tried to seduce me appears to be powerless and defenseless in front of this Mark guy.

Are they together?

But he's too overprotective and exaggerated. It's not like I'm into Samantha or something.

He should probably join my Dad. They're both overreacting on simple cases.

Bogsh.

The next thing I knew is a fist of punch approached my face and knock me out. I fell onto the floor and held my face. My vision became blurry and fuzzy.

I'm amazed tho, it doesn't hurt.

But this isn't the time to be amaze Blaine Jones!

I glimpsed at the people arround us. Now there's a bunch of people. Some are cheering and others are giving me a pathetic look. Ugh.

Does he know that he's beating a cute girl?!

Oh he probably don't.

But shit. This guy is cool. I'm not intrigue by his rudeness and lack of respect! What caught my attention is his bravery towards me! He punched me! Yes he punched me as if we knew each other. Despite all of these people surrounds us, he puched me as if he does not care!

This is the guy I'm looking for.

I can't the smirk forming onto my face. "Tch. Pathetic." I said in a burning tone. This Mark guy probably got the wrong idea.

Now he looks more furious than before. But that's what I like more, I love to see him pissed off. I want to see those brows furrowed. And those teeth gritted.

I slowly get up and grabbed my paper bags. He supposed to attack me again but the Samatha girl begs to stopped him. She should! She's the reason why I got punched like a bitch!

"You guys done? I gotta go now." I said, in a cool way. I don't want to be involved to be precise, specially about those two. They probably have nothing more great to do than to beat people into a pulp.

I glance at the girl, now she's blushing madly. Her face is crimson red and she fidgets! I'm probably to cool for her. Ha!

I glared at the crowd of people surrounding us and they snappily averted their eyes. The crowd slowly disappeared and acted like nothing happened.

I turned my back and walked off without turning back.

Being a man is harder than I thought.

But being punched by a hottie doesn't matter.

This isn't the end.

I know that I will be more involved in this kind of situation in the future. But rather than to be quite and dork, I should probably enjoy my life with this body.

The game has just began.